<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:57:30.584-02:00</updated><category term='Produção'/><category term='Pessoas'/><category term='Críticas'/><category term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Fotografia - Transformar o que se vê no que se possa sentir!</title><subtitle type='html'>Transformar o momento único em eterno...
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Amar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-6152455162683837490</id><published>2010-04-07T16:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:13:25.596-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/S7zj_IkUDuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_KY6LE3EN0/s1600/DSC04618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457487522237255394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/S7zj_IkUDuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_KY6LE3EN0/s320/DSC04618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente tenta olhar para frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu quero cada dia fica mais longe de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andamos em sentidos opostos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com sentimentos iguais, porém...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em sentidos opostos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cada vez que eu olho para frente, eu a vejo mais longe de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai ser assim até eu não te ver mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu preciso de você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu até imagino o meu futuro, mas é ai que eu sinto sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu até imagino o meu presente, mas é ai que eu sinto sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu até imagino o meu passado, mas é ai que eu vejo o quanto eu era feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-6152455162683837490?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/6152455162683837490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=6152455162683837490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/6152455162683837490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/6152455162683837490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2010/04/gente-tenta-olhar-para-frente-mas-como.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/S7zj_IkUDuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g_KY6LE3EN0/s72-c/DSC04618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-854156220998473673</id><published>2009-05-26T15:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:40:44.250-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pessoas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Críticas'/><title type='text'>Equilíbrio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/Shw2SDhGjGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rvTxw0-zMlU/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/Shw2SDhGjGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rvTxw0-zMlU/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340202941964258402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma visão externa do meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me observar aos olhos do outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensar como ele, observar o que ele pensa de mim, e induzir que ele pense como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saber como transmitir as nossas sensações e sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Transformar energias potencialmente destrutivas em algo construtivo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre ocupar o meu espaço sem infringir os limites dos outros usuários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ter essa preocupação traz um novo estilo de vida, uma nova descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se torna um ciclo infindável de troca, e isso é a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma constante busca pelo equilíbrio entre o estar bem e o fazer bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para que no mínimo eu seja agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-854156220998473673?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/854156220998473673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=854156220998473673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/854156220998473673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/854156220998473673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2009/05/equilibrio.html' title='Equilíbrio...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/Shw2SDhGjGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rvTxw0-zMlU/s72-c/DSC00296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-5466774242952054640</id><published>2009-03-10T15:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:53:18.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se existe, reflete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbatV8lbv4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6kpVyhl9Umk/s640/post06%20-%20ezequielcanoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbatV8lbv4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6kpVyhl9Umk/s640/post06%20-%20ezequielcanoli.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando você olha o seu reflexo em qualquer lugar que seja, o que você vê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O que você consegue definir de si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa boa, um passado obscuro, feliz, triste, realizado...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje eu estava andando de ônibus indo para a minha casa, quando ao olhar no vidro a minha frente, deparei com uma pessoa diferente de mim, uma pessoa sem mascaras. Eu a observava e conseguia ver todos os seus defeitos e todas as suas qualidades. Entrei em pensamentos grandiosos e valiosos, passados e futuros, que me deixaram em crise existencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O que eu quero ser nesse mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O que eu estou fazendo de importante para merecer estar neste mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O meu reflexo pode parecer para os outros de forma distorcida, um desvio do real. Mas para mim, mas eu sei, ao me olhar dentro dos olhos que aquilo que vejo refletido sou eu, é a realidade sobre mim. Me vejo com os meus erros e com os meus acertos, vejo a trajetória da minha vida até aquele determinado momento, e posso projetar ate onde eu quero chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E então você tem uma oportunidade de se desvendar de se conhecer melhor e saber qual o rumo você quer determinar para a sua vida. Os teus erros não significam que você vive de forma errada, pois é por estes erros que podemos aprender a acertar, a sempre acertar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu errei muito na minha vida, mas eu não quero deixar para os meus filhos e familiares uma herança recheada de vacilos. Eu ainda tenho tempo de me concertar, de ajustar as minhas metas e objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda tem a chance de se acertar, isso não significa fazer o que é melhor para os nossos pais, nem mesmo para os nossos governantes, mas significa fazer algo que seja válido para a humanidade, viver pensando no seu próximo e não cheio de atitudes egoístas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Viver é compartilhar os erros, acertos e as experiências, para que você passe a acertar o máximo possível e ajude os outros a acertarem também.&lt;br /&gt;Seja um reflexo bom para quem te observa, seja o observador um terceiro, ou mesmo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seu reflexo não define quem você é para quem está te observando, mas com certeza pode ser útil para mostrar a eles onde você quer chegar e ajudá-los a te entender melhor. Entender os teus limites, suas carências e suas vontades. &lt;br /&gt;Se você existe e vive, você reflete. Defina-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-5466774242952054640?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/5466774242952054640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=5466774242952054640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/5466774242952054640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/5466774242952054640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-existe-reflete.html' title='Se existe, reflete!'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbatV8lbv4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6kpVyhl9Umk/s72-c/post06%20-%20ezequielcanoli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-4121096524355709407</id><published>2009-03-07T08:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:41:41.665-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Críticas'/><title type='text'>Mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbJgvRU5owI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ilR_jr984oc/s1600-h/post05+-+ezequielcanoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbJgvRU5owI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ilR_jr984oc/s400/post05+-+ezequielcanoli.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310413275844420354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Você pode estar se perguntando por que eu estou usando a foto de uma criança para homenagear as mulheres. Bem, mas a resposta não é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não se pode falar de mulheres sem incluir as nossas 'pequenas', que são o grande exemplo da gama de adjetivos que possa defini-las. Um lindo olhar, rosto meigo, personalidade amável, feliz, sincera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Que todos ao verem uma mulher como essa da foto lembre-se que já desde pequena ela sustenta (ajuda) uma família, não só por sua contribuição em tarefas familiares, mas também por encher a casa de alegria e exercer uma função de equilíbrio emocional diante a esse mundo conturbado. Com certeza o que ela menos precisa, ou melhor, o que ela não precisa é de alguém que seja um tropeço à sua frente, somente o que uma mulher quer é apoio e atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Infelizmente muitas pessoas não pensam assim e utilizam de violência, abusos e até mesmo trechos bíblicos para se aproveitar, humilhar e destruir a auto-estima de uma mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Já eu quero propor o contrário, mas antes quero deixar bem claro que eu sou um jovem e que o que eu escrevo é simplesmente o que eu enxergo de ‘mundo’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mulheres para vocês entrego, por todo meu tempo de vida, minha admiração e respeito, por tudo que vocês já contribuíram na minha existência, inclusive ate mesmo a luta pela minha existência eu devo a uma mulher, uma linda mulher. E selo um voto em que tentarei sempre reconhecer o esforço de vocês, a luta, a força e todas as qualidades que o preconceito por muitas vezes cega nossos olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Realize! Se sem o nosso apoio, em contraponto com todas as dificuldades que impomos a elas, as mulheres já são eficientes em tudo que fazem, imagine se as tivéssemos como parceiras, sócias das nossas ações. O mundo não só seria melhor, mas seria também mais bonito e mais organizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Desejo mesmo que a lei Maria da Penha seja uma arma para vocês mulheres imporem o respeito e a dignidade que vocês realmente têm, já que nós homens não somos capazes de enxergar isso por conta própria que esta lei seja eficaz em nos educar para que nenhum monstro eloqüente venha a interromper o sonho de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Esta foto é também uma homenagem a todas as 'pequenas mulheres' que sofrem por qualquer tipo de abuso, como nos casos recentes de estupro que tiveram com conseqüência a gravidez infantil destas pequenas, e infelizmente tiveram sua doce infância amargada por atitudes cruéis e desumanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para você que está lendo este post que seja consciente e não cuide somente das mulheres que você gosta, mas proteja as mulheres que existem ao seu redor, é uma forma de amar ao próximo, um mandamento Divino. E por fim, gostaria de agradecer a todas as mulheres que passaram e estão na minha vida, com certeza muitas risadas e momentos bons eu vou levar para sempre comigo, porque vocês são mesmo muito especiais para todos nós (homens) e se vocês queriam ler isso em algum lugar, eu digo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nós não seriamos nada sem vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-4121096524355709407?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/4121096524355709407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=4121096524355709407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/4121096524355709407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/4121096524355709407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SbJgvRU5owI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ilR_jr984oc/s72-c/post05+-+ezequielcanoli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-2161621171837263997</id><published>2008-11-16T09:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:48:58.801-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Sublime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SSAOQojw88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OFOiStARwMM/s1600-h/ezequiel_canoli_20081103_1636461845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269227242951603138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SSAOQojw88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OFOiStARwMM/s400/ezequiel_canoli_20081103_1636461845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SSAOA8lcBBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hrOzBsAHpUE/s1600-h/ezequiel_canoli_20081103_1636461845.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada é preciso dizer pra completar esse momento...&lt;br /&gt;Por do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Beleza que deixa saudades todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;È tão raro e sublime, cada feixe de luz que se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Enche os nossos corações de sentimentos bons...&lt;br /&gt;Deveríamos parar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;E observar ao nosso redor&lt;br /&gt;as coisas lindas que nos foram doadas, que estão a desfilar para nossa platéia.&lt;br /&gt;A natureza é viva, e essa é a forma que ela tem para pedir socorro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ezequiel Canoli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-2161621171837263997?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/2161621171837263997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=2161621171837263997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/2161621171837263997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/2161621171837263997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/11/nada-preciso-dizer-pra-completar-esse.html' title='Sublime...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SSAOQojw88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OFOiStARwMM/s72-c/ezequiel_canoli_20081103_1636461845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-3996045878608939219</id><published>2008-06-27T18:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:03:22.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pátria Mãe Gentil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb7ur6MwI/AAAAAAAAADY/l2Pr3fmFMno/s1600-h/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb7ur6MwI/AAAAAAAAADY/l2Pr3fmFMno/s400/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216676825081197314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor que muitos pregam e que tentam falsamente propagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor hipócrita, insensato, infame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com uma das mãos nos afaga, e com a outra nos aplica golpes mortais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É de se esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vindo de pessoas que só pensam em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Queria que eles tivessem essa mentalidade pobre como a nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pobre porque aceitamos essa condição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nos humilham, e  gostamos assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E ainda temos coragem de falar que somos felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Me irrito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8efHaEI/AAAAAAAAADg/qWAt4UUUHHM/s1600-h/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8efHaEI/AAAAAAAAADg/qWAt4UUUHHM/s400/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216676837912438850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma bandeira não pode ser mais importante que minha dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um político não pode determinar se meu filho come hoje ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eles tinham que se rastejar aos nossos pés atrás de um prato de comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eles deveriam vir a nós com suas necessidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os que lutaram de verdade, devem estar sentindo vergonha da nossa historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vergonha do sentido que demos a palavra ‘brasileiro’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brasileiro: Povo que se contenta com pouco, as vezes nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como amar a Pátria Mãe Gentil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se nossos políticos roubam o nosso leite no seio de nossa Mãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De que adianta "não desistir nunca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se nascemos condenados a morrer desumanamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez não você! Mas comece a olhar os outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muitos dão o sangue da própria veia para alimentar seus filhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vergonhoso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enquanto muitos usam o nosso sangue para se embriagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para sorrir nas rodas sociais, com o NOSSO SANGUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E nos contentamos com isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8TjSpqI/AAAAAAAAADo/yvKnZgD1DSI/s1600-h/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8TjSpqI/AAAAAAAAADo/yvKnZgD1DSI/s400/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216676834977162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Humilhação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Discursos repetitivos, enjoativos e mentirosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas parece que nossos ouvidos gostam, talvez porque meche com nossa esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mexe com a nossa parte que nunca desiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E nos contentamos, e festejamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que vitória!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enquanto nossos filhos lá estão, se marginalizando na nossa fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esse será melhor do que o outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quanto tempo a mais precisará para entender que assim não funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não enquanto eles forem colocados em tronos e receberem trinta mil por mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o amor a pátria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quer ver como eles a amam!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tirem o salário deles e substitua por quatrocentos reais e um vale gás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E isso ainda é muito para a realidade que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8i-cmvI/AAAAAAAAADw/nnKu0_rLYz8/s1600-h/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb8i-cmvI/AAAAAAAAADw/nnKu0_rLYz8/s400/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216676839117593330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não tente mudá-los! Nunca haverá um melhor ou um pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas existe sim um voto desperdiçado nesse conceito podre de política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Se atentem!São eles que nos representam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Então porque tratamos eles com ouro e manjares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Esta contente com as sobras? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-3996045878608939219?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/3996045878608939219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=3996045878608939219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/3996045878608939219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/3996045878608939219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/ptria-me-gentil.html' title='Pátria Mãe Gentil...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGVb7ur6MwI/AAAAAAAAADY/l2Pr3fmFMno/s72-c/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-8384744277917334075</id><published>2008-06-23T21:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:52:32.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Substituto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGA_5HJlk3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mnxg-Q8trEQ/s1600-h/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-6+600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215238618899387250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGA_5HJlk3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mnxg-Q8trEQ/s400/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-6+600x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os tempos de se amar já se foram.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os de achar que és o erro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora sim: e tempo de perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que enfiaste uma estaca em meu coração?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito já chorei, já pedi, até implorei.&lt;br /&gt;És tu, o dono do sorriso maldoso&lt;br /&gt;Que há de tirar mais um pedaço de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pensas que sou tola?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais fazer parte de ti, Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Se não hei de viver, quero ser minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floresta, mulher, peito de Amazônia amazona&lt;br /&gt;E não venhas me pedir perdão.&lt;br /&gt;é o fim dos tempos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs.: Produzido por minha amiga Agnes Castro. É de pessoas com idéias boas, bons protestos, e boas atitudes que precisamos, esta ai um exemplo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Informações Técnicas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local: CEULP/ULBRA - Palmas-TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tam. Original: 2258x1502&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camera: Nikon D-70&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abertura: F5,6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obturador: 1/500s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISO: 200&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flash: Sem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-8384744277917334075?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/8384744277917334075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=8384744277917334075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/8384744277917334075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/8384744277917334075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-tempos-de-se-amar-j-se-foram.html' title='Substituto'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SGA_5HJlk3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mnxg-Q8trEQ/s72-c/Foto+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-6+600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-1673138500961164867</id><published>2008-06-16T19:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:30:21.281-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Ouse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFb3dX4DHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/klgMbg9qZHY/s1600-h/DSC_5666+600x399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFb3dX4DHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/klgMbg9qZHY/s400/DSC_5666+600x399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212625702725295538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes é tão difícil se inspirar, é difícil ver, ler, falar... fazer.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está tomado por tamanha apatia, que muitos vivem de rituais diários.&lt;br /&gt;Acordar, trabalhar, dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Acordar, trabalhar, dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É assim que o sistema é feito,&lt;br /&gt;De pessoas que perderam a dinâmica da vida.&lt;br /&gt;A força pra ter criatividade,&lt;br /&gt;A coragem pra ousar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A peça estragada do sistema, é sempre a diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguem ai quer ser diferente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque, afinal, é facil se trocar uma engrenagem por outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E sempre tem pessoas pra fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem ousa a ser diferente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E assim a criatividade fica de lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As engrenagens envelhecem, e nunca mudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas funcionam, tirando o lugar de muitas que poderiam fazer melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só quem tem a cabeça aberta, cresce.&lt;br /&gt;Seja ousado, sem medo, sem restrições...&lt;br /&gt;Faça o básico e muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;Assim você vai ser um boa engrenagem, e alem disso vai ser essencial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você ira envelhecer,&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre será o melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Se for criativo, inovador e competente...&lt;br /&gt;E acima de tudo humilde, pra sempre aprender um pouco mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca tema o dono da maquina,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o máximo que ele pode fazer, é ter a melhor e engrenagem,&lt;br /&gt;Ou perdê-la para a concorrência...&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, se for o melhor... Sempre terá seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  ___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Informações Técnicas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Local: Parque Cesamar - Palmas-TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tam. Original: 1504x1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Camera: Nikon D-70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Abertura: F5,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Obturador: 1/1600s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;ISO: 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Flash: Sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-1673138500961164867?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/1673138500961164867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=1673138500961164867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/1673138500961164867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/1673138500961164867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouse.html' title='Ouse...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFb3dX4DHbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/klgMbg9qZHY/s72-c/DSC_5666+600x399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-6596403066714408584</id><published>2008-06-13T21:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:25:00.230-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Pintura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFMWoaoqCxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jO8pXxedu_k/s1600-h/Paisagem+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-600x399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFMWoaoqCxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jO8pXxedu_k/s400/Paisagem+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-600x399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211534077398223634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Há algo mais belo que o bom dia que o sol nos dá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Mais atraente que as cores e as formas que regem as nuvens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Quão belas pinturas temos ao alcance dos nossos olhos todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Obra prima de Deus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Em muito se assemelha nossa vida ao céu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A beleza, as dimensões, a liberdade, as dificuldades... A fragilidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sequer reparam como as nuvens mudam...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De tamanho, posição e basta um leve soprar da brisa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Muda o seu quadro, os tons de sua arte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E assim também, poucos percebem quão frágil é a vida...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uma mudança de curso errada na nossa vida pode acabar com a nossa obra de arte...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A vida sempre nos prepara boas e más surpresas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Um dia ensolarado, ou quem sabe uma tempestade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas o céu, lá está... Todos os dias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E que a gente possa encarar nossa vida, mesmo frágil como é, exatamente assim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lutando para que toda brisa forme outra bela paisagem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faça chuva ou faça sol...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Devemos desejar por nossa vida todos os dias, assim como o céu lá esta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Atentos para onde a brisa quer nos levar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b face="arial"&gt;Informações Técnicas:&lt;br /&gt;Local: CEULP/ULBRA - Palmas-TO&lt;br /&gt;Tam. Original: 2803 x 1864&lt;br /&gt;Camera: Nikon D-70&lt;br /&gt;Abertura: F/10&lt;br /&gt;Obturador: 1/8000s&lt;br /&gt;ISO: 1600&lt;br /&gt;Flash: Sem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-6596403066714408584?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/6596403066714408584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=6596403066714408584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/6596403066714408584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/6596403066714408584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-algo-mais-belo-que-o-bom-dia-que-o.html' title='Pintura...'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SFMWoaoqCxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jO8pXxedu_k/s72-c/Paisagem+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-1-600x399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620492439805503124.post-8491500779052674298</id><published>2008-06-10T14:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:55:58.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Produção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paisagens'/><title type='text'>Mês dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SE68phVBZUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_JtW1FLSYiw/s1600-h/Agencia+Experimental+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-7337+600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SE68phVBZUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_JtW1FLSYiw/s400/Agencia+Experimental+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-7337+600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210309240421442882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SE660BVBZTI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/hH6OvSlZTNg/s1600-h/Agencia+Experimental+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-7337+600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhei para o horizonte e vi quantas coisas vivemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não preciso estar próximo a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mim é somente necessário que sempre estejamos juntos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem que para isso seja necessário imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imaginar que estou aquecido em teus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E é assim que vou me sentir, confortável e aconchegante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Como um gostoso abraço seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Informações Técnicas:&lt;br /&gt;Local: Praia do Prata - Palmas-TO&lt;br /&gt;Tam. Original: 2944 x 1958&lt;br /&gt;Camera: Nikon D-70&lt;br /&gt;Abertura: F/11&lt;br /&gt;Obturador: 1/640s&lt;br /&gt;ISO: 400&lt;br /&gt;Flash: Sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620492439805503124-8491500779052674298?l=ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/feeds/8491500779052674298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620492439805503124&amp;postID=8491500779052674298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/8491500779052674298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620492439805503124/posts/default/8491500779052674298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezequielcanoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/ms-dos-namorados.html' title='Mês dos Namorados'/><author><name>Ezequiel Canoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15938660169935656910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPKxsOIEgN4/SE68phVBZUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_JtW1FLSYiw/s72-c/Agencia+Experimental+-+Ezequiel+Canoli-7337+600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
